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Crowds of villagers with presents of pigs, fowls and eggs were waiting in the camp and again Bill explained to them that they were now to be administered. No one said anything except the young Chingmiren headman who threw back his head, gave a head-taking scream and said, 'Pangsha still owes us four heads.' |
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The camp is falling into a routine. By the time we arrived the porters and sepoys had built their huts. After tea they were all lined up and inspected for fever, cuts of sprains. The porters seem to be thoroughly enjoying the expedition. It is a kind of picnic. The marches are short, they see the world and get excellent food, pig, chickens and mithan. They are all from the same village and their two headmen are responsible for their good behaviour and welfare. Everyone seems cheerful and contented. |
